WHO: Hermione and Sirius WHAT: Drinks and introductions! WHEN: BACKDATED to just after Hermione's arrival WHERE: A pub RATING: PG for language, knowing Sirius and his filthy mouth STATUS: In progress
Hermione wasn't the most spontaneous of creatures. In years of friendship with Harry and Ron she'd learned to unbend and to go with things, to think on the fly, but she would never really enjoy changing her plans. Finding herself transported to another planet was entirely not on. While the new apartment she'd been given was all right, it wasn't her cosy little flat in London. And things just didn't seem to fit right. At least she had her wand. And if the device and its messages hadn't tricked her, she had at least one friend in this place.
Of course, the friend had been dead the last she'd known about him. Not just dead but vanished. And now he was claiming to be younger and not know her. Time travel was possible, she knew that, and so was traveling over space. So it wasn't impossible for him to be here, or for her to be there. It was just... bizarre. And unexpected.
All in all, she was rather glad this meeting was happening over drinks.